Blood on the Saddle

Below is the poem entitled Blood on the Saddle which was written by poet
Roy
Jerden. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Blood on the Saddle

We are taking a long horseback ride
On the great continental divide
They are singing "Mule Train"
Just like old Frankie Laine
While my poor butt is wailing "Rawhide"
The guide's muscles are trapezoidal
With ripples and bulges steroidal
All the bulges I find
Are inside my behind
And for sure are all hemorrhoidal
I guess I'm a poor city slicker
Of riding I couldn't be sicker
I would rather be home
Where no buffalo roam
With sitz bath and plenty of liquor
The trail is finally on the last branch
All the bleeding at last I can stanch
The guide said there's a hut
Where he'll tend to my butt
Here at the Brokeback Mountain Dude Ranch
July 13, 2014

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The dialect might not resonate with an Aussie, but I think you have rednecks, too, based on what I have seen and people I have met.

A triple limerick huh? You Rock Roy! LOVE the last line...Don't know what a sitz bath is but I would surely like to get sitzed sometime (Preferably by a member of the opposite sex) As for the liquor? Southern Comfort on the rocks if you please...